Showing posts with label support. Show all posts
Showing posts with label support. Show all posts

Sunday, March 22, 2015

It all comes together

I don't know how many times I've seen that Botox commercial.

But, that night, as I listened to the announcer warn about the possible harmful effects of using the toxin, one thing jumped out at me - difficulty swallowing.

I heard something else about how the symptoms can take days to weeks to appear and then I was really intrigued. I had to read further. I consulted Google and found more of the same. 

That one piece of information was golden. It solved a major piece of the puzzle that had been my dizzy journey. 

It set in motion more research, which about sewed up the loose ends as well. But first things first. The swallowing.

When I first started with the dizziness and balance issues, my facial muscles would constantly move. My jaw would work itself back and forth and my right eye would continuously close. Although it clearly became worse when something would startle me or make me more dizzy, at the time, no doctor understood or could explain it, let alone treat it. We decided to try something unconventional at the time. I went to a practitioner that my husband at the time had a lot of faith in, because she treated a variety of problems, and was starting to work with Botox in her practice. She was not a vestibular specialist, or a neurologist or an ENT. All I knew about her practice was that she had treated my husband for weight issues. But she was willing to try the Botox and I was desperate enough to try anything. 

I remember getting some relief from the Botox; its paralyzing effects had helped curtail the movements at least. I seem to remember going for more than one treatment. Because this wasn't her area of expertise, she had to figure out how much toxin to give based on what results she expected. I completed my shots and that was that. Or so we thought. At least now I know.

The difficulty swallowing seemed to happen all at once. This was all so long ago, and I've lost many of my journals from back then, so I couldn't say how long it had been since I'd had the Botox treatments. At the time, that didn't matter, because the Botox wasn't even on our radar when the swallowing problem started anyway. All I knew was suddenly food didn't want to go down my throat. And when I got something down, my throat muscles would keep moving in a swallowing motion. It was terrifying. We had gone to the ER, but the staff there treated it first like an allergic reaction, then, when Benadryl alone wasn't "calming me down," they attributed to panic. Common assumption when it came to most of my symptoms. 

Doctors didn't know what they know now about Botox's effects. Hell, I found it difficult to find a practioner who was willing to try it with me. I can't even say for sure if she was a doctor. 

For years this remained an anomaly in my medical history.  Nobody could figure out why it happened, so it was set aside for the most part.

Then, the commercial. The research. And that part of the puzzle was filled in neatly. But then, I needed more. I had to have the rest. 

I started with the diagnosis given to me by the first ENT to test and treat me, labrynthitis. Considering how quickly the dizziness and loss of balance came on, it still fit, although it does suggest a loss of hearing as well, which I did not experience.  My primary physician at the time had originally given me a slightly different, yet more accurate diagnosis of vestibular neuritis. Vestibular neuritis produces similar symptoms to labrynthitis, but without loss of hearing. All would have been fine and dandy right then, but nobody seemed to know much about the condition at the time. At least none of the many (and there were MANY) healthcare professionals I had the misfortune of bringing myself to.

It took about 14 years of doctor-hopping, therapies, tests, medications and endless dead-ends, research, tears, prayer, and self-doubt for me to pluck the answers from the mistakes and misinformation. But the answer I was looking for was actually there from the beginning. It was just so simple (and complicated) that it was ruled out so long ago. 

The vestibular neuritis, the original diagnosis. At the time, I was told I was "taking too long to recover" so it had to be something more. My doctor was loading me up on Valium and when I wasn't sleeping, I was dizzy. She figured that there was nothing more she could do for me, and sent me to one of countless specialists who would examine me and incorrectly treat me for illnesses and disorders I did not have. 

So many years. So many doctors. Nobody could figure this thing out. I was told over and over again that I may have originally suffered labrynthitis or vestibular neuritis, but neither of those were chronic conditions, nor should they be coming and going as they were, nor do they cause any symptoms but the classic dizziness, loss of balance, etc.

I have learned that all of these assumptions about these conditions are completely false. 

Both vestibular neuritis and labrynthitis can become chronic conditions. Their symptoms can intensify and lessen and can occur as sudden attacks. People who live with these on a daily basis can suffer a myriad of symptoms beyond dizziness including headaches, difficulty concentrating, widespread body pain (from the body's constant "micromovements" which attempt to deal with being off balance), depression, difficulty walking, vision issues, etc. 

So, do I really have migraines, depression (or bipolar depression, depending on the doctor) and fibromyalgia? All of these diagnoses came AFTER the vestibular neuritis took over my life. That may explain a lot of things.

I do seem to recall a couple of doctors down the road who did acknowledge my dizziness, but insisted on calling it BPPV (benign paroxysmal positional vertigo). While they were not incorrect, they were just not being complete. The BPPV is secondary to the vestibular neuritis.

I have found good, reliable information from places like VEDA, and support from others who have been down a similar path as I. I also was fortunate enough to have found a few doctors and therapists who knew something about chronic dizziness. I have to say, though, it was hard. Really, really hard.

It still is hard. 

Nobody still believes or understands what being dizzy all the time is. And people remember a lot of the misinformation the old doctors told us. They'll refer to my dizziness attacks as "seizures," or think my facial muscles moving is dystonia. Or worse, they'll think I can just "power through it." Or "if you want something bad enough, you will get better." In other words, it's completely within my control and/or in my head.

At least now I have validation. I said I was dizzy and, dammit, I was dizzy! I AM dizzy! 

And when people ask me, I can confidently tell them that I have vestibular neuritis and BPPV. 


Sunday, April 1, 2012

Time In A Bottle

Health Activist Prompt:

Health Time Capsule. Pretend you’re making a time capsule of you & your health focus that won’t be opened until 2112. What’s in it? What would people think of it when they found it?


For people to get the real picture of what is going on with me, they would definitely have to get some of my lovely "B's."  You know the ones.  B's on sticks, B's on checkerboards.  B's floating on my wall.  If I have to keep looking at the letter B, it would make sense that some B's would go into the capsule to give a sense of what my recovery has been about.

My talking timer would be another good addition to the capsule.  It has been a good way to get me to do my VOR (vestibulo-ocular reflex) exercises.  Having the talking feature is like having a coach.  It counts down the seconds in various intervals, keeping me on track.  So, just when I'm starting to sway, it reminds me, "30 seconds, 10 seconds (it skips 20 for some reason), 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4. 3. 2. 1 and then the obnoxious noise of my choice plays.  What could be more motivating than that? (hey, my world is small!).

I know I'd stick my Mp3 player in there.  Yes, I'm low-tech...no ipod.  Music will get me happy, though, when nothing else can.  And my choice of songs, very telling.  Some directly from my heart.  Some just full of anger so I can scream my frustration away.  Some so very different from the life I have, the life I didn't plan on.

To really give a picture of me, this laptop would have to go in, too.  I don't know how I could have gotten through this without the Internet.  It has provided me with socialization and support, an outlet for my frustration, a means of expression, a way of knowing I am not alone.  Through the 'net I have found out so much about my condition, how to get help.  I learn just about every day.

Pictures of my family would round out my capsule.  My girls and my partner mean everything to me.  My pets, too; they are with me every moment of every day.

I hope that people would see my capsule and first know how much I value my family.  I don't breathe without their oxygen in mind.  My heart beats for them.

Then, I hope they would know how hard I worked at trying to be "normal."  It wasn't easy.  But I am NOT lazy and this IS real and it's been a long, tiring journey.  Maybe putting together some of the pieces to my puzzle, they'd get the whole picture of who I am.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

I stay away

I know I should be exercising.

practicing my b's and all that.

but I am at the point where I think it's pointless and all that.

I just got an email in my dizzy support email that said people like me have to do these kinds of exercises every day for the rest of our lives.


really?  I am not feeling it.

because this is not a cure.

it's just bobbing my head around and looking at checkerboards so I'll feel less dizzy some days.


but other days I may fall on the floor.

what a load of crap.

I know I should not feel this way.

I'm just a little frustrated.

I guess because, at this point in my life, I was planning to move on with things, and I'm not.

I had hoped that VRT would be a solution and not just a Band-Aid.

blah.


because I entitled my blog "I stay away" today, I started thinking of this song by Alice In Chains.  This video is just the lyrics.  the first video I found on youtube was quite weird and was about a circus and I don't know what.  it cheered me up a lot, actually, and I'll post it next, if you want to watch it instead...



I liked that one of the lyrics are "I am enlightened..."  I was actually in the middle of writing about that in one of my other blogs.  see you over there.

guess I have to get motivated again...




Friday, February 17, 2012

some concerns

I've been in vestibular therapy for several months now and here's where I'm at.

There are days when I seem to do the exercises pretty well.  And there are days, like yesterday, when a simple walk on the treadmill barely more than ONE MILE PER HOUR can make me go into horrible spins.

It's frustrating and confusing.

As usual, the staff are extremely supportive and encouraging, so that helps.  Still.  I can't help but wonder.  I am going to be among those that cannot be "cured" because it has been too long since the initial damage to my vestibular system?  I know that even if this is true, this time won't have been wasted since I've learned so much here, but I wonder if some day this "truth" will become a "reality."  This scares me.

I also wonder if it is possible that there hasn't been enough done to discover the underlying cause to the dizziness, too, and this frustrates me as well.  We are guessing that the cause is labrynthitis because an ENT said so when I first got sick, but what if HE was wrong?  I mean, does it really make sense that I would remain dizzy all these years from ONE case of labrynthitis?  I can't find much to support that truth.

At the suggestion of the neurologist, I saw the vision therapist.  He decided I would be a good candidate for therapy.  He said it *might* help with the balance issues; it often does in cases like mine.  He actually was very optimistic.  Cautiously optimistic.  I guess he has to be.  There is a lengthy evaluation process, so the therapy won't begin for a while.

I also talked to my "main" physical therapist about adding strength training to my balance therapy.  I also suffer from fibromyalgia and have been having it rough.  I was hesitant about going somewhere else for physical therapy, considering my balance issues.  She thought I was being smart (I did, too!) and said she'd talk with the doctor.

After some hard thinking, I've decided I have to do a couple of things, even though it's kind of "admitting" my state of disability...which...apparently is a bad thing to do.  Anyway, I am in the process of obtaining Medicaid taxi in my area so I can alleviate my partner from having to drive me from appointment to appointment, and so I can make more appointments during the week if I want to.  I also am applying for SCAT (Suffolk County Accessible Transit).  It is a paratransit service that will provide door-to-door pick-up for rides around my county.  I've had this service before; in Florida, and when I lived in Nassau County and, while it is not the ideal way to get around, it can be very helpful and is much more cost-efficient than a taxi.  I also gave my doctor paperwork to fill out to have my student loan forgiven. This was a killer for me.  Since I graduated almost 13 years ago, I think I've been able to work a combined total 4 years...IF that.  What a disaster.  No one plans for things like this.  I certainly didn't.  And now, I keep having my loan put into forbearance and deferment over and over again because I certainly can't make payments while I'm living off of social security disability checks.  Meanwhile, the interest has ballooned my loan to well over $40,000. It may as well be a million.

While these things are, in and of themselves, quite depressing, I'm dealing pretty well most of the time.

I did, however, have to field this conversation with my mother yesterday, and it threw me for a loop:

MOM: "I saw something the other day about domestic violence.  When you are ready to go back to work, I think that would be a good field for you to go into, considering all you have been through..."

ME: "I definitely think I would volunteer in that field, but, considering everything I've had to do for Tara (my adult autistic daughter), I know I that I would go back to what I HAD been doing."

MOM: "What you HAD been doing What? Sitting on your ass?"

Now my stomach tightens.  I see red.  I try not to throw the phone through my glass doors.

ME: "I said what I HAD been doing.  You know perfectly well what I mean.  Working with developmentally disabled individuals.  You know, when you get like this, I don't want to talk with you anymore..."

MOM: "Oh, I didn't hear you..."

ME: "You heard me perfectly well.  You even repeated exactly what I said.  What I HAD been doing.  Not what I HAVE been doing..."

The thing is, my mother sees my not working as a FAILURE of some sort.  Same for my not driving.

It's hard enough for me.  It's absolutely TORTUROUS when I don't have the support of someone so important to me.

Does she think I don't WANT to work?  Does anyone think I WANT to be dizzy?  To have my thoughts scrambled constantly?  To fall out of nowhere?  To be a shadow of my former self?  To be dependent on other people?

I used to be Supermom!  At one time, I worked full-time and went for my Masters degree and was in the Community Choir and volunteered for my Church while raising two kids.

This illness has invaded my head and my body in such a way that I can't think and don't know which way is up.  I don't want this.  AND I AM DOING EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO TRY AND FIX THIS!

However...it has been so many years, with so many WRONG treatments, WRONG medications and just so much time has passed.  What if it is just too late?